A Poem on Poverty

She is the modern, technologically
advanced world of urban dwellers,
awake at night and asleep in the
middle of the day.

She is the factories breathing smog,
the industrial noise of machines
that slaves the people,
amidst a community full of children
running around barefooted, tummy bloated,
crying out of innocence and of ignorance.

She is the walls of the Hall of Justice
and the factory of laws, infested by elites-
land owners and grabbers.

She is the green meadows in the far side
of the mountains, where perseverance
is a virtue.

She is the lack of life.

One night she is hunger,
the other she is repression
of political, economic and
cultural freedom.

One midday she is discrimination,
the other she is ignorance
of laws and of rights.

She is the lack of money,
of education and of nutrition.

She is poverty.